In the Arms of Morpheus (Book 1) - The Depp Files

In the Arms of Morpheus, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean –Slash: Johnny/Jack. NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse and the Man. Story, mine, but I make no money. They do, but not on this.

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts, # is used for speech in French.

Summary: Johnny is in L.A. for the Golden Globes, and feels a trip to Disneyland is in order for the family. HIS Pirate of the Caribbean wants to go too. FPS/RPS, BDSM, Lemon, Slash.

NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! This is STILL not my usual cup of tea, folks. I’m not into actor fics in general. The first chapter was written on a lark from an interview that I’d read. The second chapter tore my soul apart (for possibly obvious reasons). This third chapter is supposed to heal my soul. I think it did. You decide.

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Part 3 – Shiver

Disneyland was fun, but after the ceremony and the party last night, Johnny was exhausted. But when he woke up to Lily Rose smooshing his face together, saying #Daddy, time to go to Disneyland!# he just couldn't say no.

He smiled and sat up, setting her down on the floor. "Ok, honey. Let's get everyone ready." He leaned over to Vanessa. "Time to get up, Van. Lily Rose says it's time to go to Disneyland." She groaned, and he got out of bed to get Jack fed and ready.

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By three o'clock, Johnny's eyelids were drooping big time. Vanessa seemed to be ok, and the kids were still excited. They were just walking through the center of the park from Adventureland to Fantasyland, and Johnny realized he wasn't going to make it without a bit of a nap. "Van, can you take the kids for a bit? Meet me back at the Main Street Cinema…I'm going to catch a couple Z's with Steamboat Willie, ok?" He looked at Lily Rose. "Daddy's going to go watch Mickey Mouse while you and Jack and mommy go ride some rides, ok?"

#Ok daddy.# He gave her a kiss on the forehead, told Jack to mind his mommy, and trudged off down Main Street.

He arrived at the Cinema and went in, sitting in the back row of Steamboat Willie and leaned his head back against the wall. Within seconds, he fell asleep.

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"Excuse me."

Johnny felt someone tapping him. "Hmm?" He didn't bother opening his eyes.

"I said, excuse me."

Johnny pulled up in his seat to let the person through, opening his eyes and rubbing them. A head with dark eyes, a bandana and a hat moved into his view. "Oh NO! Just go away! I don't want you here, so just leave. Ok?" /I haven't been thinking about him…so why is he here in Disneyland for krissake?!/

"I believe that I've earned a little more respect from you than that, love. After all, thanks to me you might make off with a right good treasure."

"Huh?"

"Gold statue. Naked man? 'Bout yeay high?" He held up his hands to demonstrate.

"Oh. The Oscar nomination. Yeah. Thanks to you I have another damned awards ceremony to go to, not to mention that if all the voters lose their minds and I WIN I'll have to go up there and SAY something without throwing up. Yeah. Some favor!"

"I can go up there for you, and I promise not to throw up."

"Fat chance. Besides, I heard that Billy might be doing that himself. I'll deal with it myself if it comes to it, thank you."

"Look, can we go someplace more private to talk? I have a proposition for ye."

"Uh huh? I'll bet. And let me guess. By 'somewhere more private,' you mean ‘let’s get a room,’ right?"

"Well, if that's yer preference love, you know I'm all for it."

"If we weren't in Disneyland, I'd knock you senseless."

"Then let's leave and see if ye can." Jack grinned widely.

Johnny stood up and they walked out. As they headed for the gate, a teenage girl recognized Johnny (apparently not even seeing Jack), and he signed her brochure, smiling, as she told him how much she loved him and how great an actor he was. He thanked her, and left the park with Jack.

He started to head for the tram to the parking lot, but Jack stopped him.

"It's not far enough for a carriage, love. I know the perfect place, and it's only a little ways from here."

Johnny was curious, and was hoping to get somewhere private so that he could throttle Jack for what he put him through the last time they met, so he walked with him down Disneyland Drive to Katella Avenue while explaining the “horseless carriages” as “cars”, crossed the street and turned right. Jack stopped at a rather sleazy-looking motel. Johnny looked at the sign: The Alamo Motel. The place had "crabs" written all over it as far as he was concerned. Jack grinned and Johnny walked into the office, returning with a key: Room 107.

Inside the room, there was a TV bolted to the wall, a king sized bed with a copper colored box with a slot in it for quarters, mirrors along one entire wall (and the ceiling above the bed), and the most gawdawful hot pink shag carpet he'd ever laid eyes on in his life. Looking for a chair and not finding one, he sat on the edge of the bed. "Jack, there's no reason for us to be in a motel room, and this one is giving me the creeps!"

Jack was beside himself with glee. He looked at the TV. “Wha’s this for?”

“It’s called a TV. You watch it.”

Jack watched the black screen of the TV, got bored with it (it wasn't on), and sat next to Johnny to check out the copper box. "What is this?"

"I don't know."

"What is twenty-five cents?"

"Here." He handed him a quarter. "Knock yourself out."

Jack put the quarter into the slot and the bed started to vibrate. Johnny stood up quickly. Jack crossed himself. "Tis possessed!"

"'Tis' a vibrator, fuckmook."

"Again with the name!" He drew his sword.

This time, Johnny wasted no time. He saw that Jack was precariously perched on the madly vibrating bed, so he kicked the sword out of Jack's hand and tackled him, punching the pirate in the face.

Jack saw stars. He felt Johnny pin him down and start searching his pockets, emptying them. When he brought out the thin rope, he put it aside with a feral grin on his face. "I KNEW IT! You figured you'd tie me up and fuck me again, you bastard! Well I have news for you, Jack. Two can play at this little game of yours! You're nothing but part of my own imagination, so I don't even have to feel guilty about this because you're not real!" He punched Jack again, stunning him. He reached into his own wallet and pulled out some plastic zip strips that he’d begun carrying with him since his last encounter with Jack, which he used along with the rope to attach Jack to the bed, one limb to each corner, after taking the pirate’s boots off. He frisked Jack again, removing all of his weapons and effects.

Jack glared at the madman above him as his eyes uncrossed. Johnny took Jack's dagger and put it to the pirate's throat. "Maybe if I kill YOU, you won't bother me again." He pressed the dagger against Jack's throat. "No. I'm going to need you next year for the sequel." He thought for a moment. "I know!" His eyes flashed wickedly. He brought the dagger low on Jack's body, hovering just over the crotch area of his breeches. "Maybe YOU are the eunuch. At least when I'm through with you!"

Jack shook his head, begging. He didn't know if Johnny would harm him or not. Maybe he HAD gone just a little bit too far with the actor. He gave him his best endearing smile and puppy dog eyes.

Johnny blinked, and his eyes became more mischievous than deadly. The dagger dipped, and ripped through the pirate's breeches, cutting down one leg and then the other. Finally, the breeches fell off of him, leaving his manhood in the air. Johnny grabbed the ice bucket from the bathroom and left the room, returning with it full of cylindrical pieces of ice.

"What is that?"

"Ice cubes."

"And what's it for?"

"Drinks and things." Johnny looked at Jack's flaccid cock. He set it down on the bed by Jack's effects and took up the knife again. "Aw, did I scare you? You aren't reacting at all like last time. Last time you were pure Mr. Hard-n-Horny. Now you're all soft and withered. Now, tell me this wasn't what you were thinking about all along!" Johnny cut the shirt off of Jack, grabbing all the scraps and placing them aside on the bed.

Jack knew Johnny was no killer, but Johnny didn't believe he was real, so technically all bets were off. He'd have to be careful. He tried his bonds: They were very secure. He cursed the plastic strips that bit into his wrists and ankles when he struggled. He looked the actor up and down, realizing that Johnny might actually let him live at that. At that thought, he felt a familiar stirring… "Actually, love, I had sort of hoped that our positions would be reversed, but yes, you do have the gist of it."

"Well, Jack. It's my turn to do some 'plundering.' Savvy?" Johnny looked again at the pirate's manhood, which had started to rise. He took it in one hand experimentally and stopped, holding it and thinking. /I'll call it narcissism. I know I'm not gay./ As he started moving his hand on the organ, Jack's breathing hitched slightly and he started gently pushing into Johnny's hand on each thrust. With his other hand, Johnny undressed as quickly as he could, only letting go of Jack when he removed his shirt.

Jack looked at Johnny's body appreciatively. He noticed that Johnny was definitely enjoying this, as he looked hard. Johnny noticed Jack looking at him. "I don't think so." He took the pirate's sash off of his head and re-tied it around his eyes. "Call me shy, but you're not ruining this." Jack heard some ripping, then felt some cloth stuffed in his mouth, and tied into place.

The hand on his manhood disappeared. The next thing he knew, he felt his member enter a freezing cold, wet mouth. He moaned, having never felt such a thing before. It was glorious! The cold tongue moved around the head of his cock, dallying and drilling at the hole. Then the mouth traveled up and down his cock, teasing it with frozen pleasure. As it licked, it warmed, and as it made it back to the head, he felt the now warm again mouth descend on his manhood again. It kept his member in mouth only, not taking him down the throat, but what Johnny lacked in experience, he was making up for in variety.

He felt something extremely cold at the rosebud entrance to his ass. It pushed in gently, followed by a cold, wet finger, which pushed it in further. The feeling repeated itself. And again. Then the cold finger pushed in, moving inside him, the cold feeling inside him making him wild with lust, but helpless in his bonds. The cool feel of the finger against his magic spot combined by the now hot mouth on his member had him screaming into his gag, arching his back, his balls contracting. He was oh so close! Then the finger retracted and Johnny moved off of him. He pleaded into the gag. He moaned, mentally begging for release.

He felt one foot then another loosened, the plastic strips still attached to his ankles. The pirate felt his legs being lifted, then tied above his head, open wide, his manhood straining against his belly, his balls aching for more. As he felt something at his (at the moment) cold hole, Jack gasped into the gag. He felt his cock head pinched slightly, keeping the pirate from going over the edge as he felt himself being entered by a length of pure fiery heat. The pirate beat his head back and forth against the pillow, screaming in the purest of pleasure, his muffled screams drowned out by the loud moans of the man above him and inside him. A cold, wet hand took hold of his member and started to glide up and down in rhythm to the long, slow thrusts into his bum. Jack tried to move, to yell, to beg his tormentor to move faster! But there was no change to the rhythm. He felt Johnny's ragged breath on his face. Jack could feel that the actor was close. He tried to squeeze his ass muscle, but with the way he was stretched to the extreme, it had very little effect.

Johnny, in the meantime, felt the effort, and started moving faster, feeling himself moving toward completion. He plunged his free hand into the ice bucket, then brought it to the helpless pirate's manhood, replacing the other one. The pirate screamed into his gag and spilled his seed all over his chest, neck and even his face. The muscles around his member tightened in reflex, sending the actor over the edge, shooting his hot milky fluid into the pirate, melting the last of the ice.

Johnny fell off of Jack, feeling completely spent, simply breathing. /Breathing is good./ He was completely out of breath, wheezing slightly from his efforts.

Jack felt completely fulfilled. He'd have to find out how to get a hold of some of that wonderous ice in the Caribbean. His legs ached, stretched as they were, but he barely noticed. He only noticed how the glowing tremors in his body were still thrumming at him. After a couple of minutes, however, the ache in his legs started to get to him, and he groaned through the gag, hoping Johnny hadn't gone to sleep, and that he'd let him up.

Johnny heard the groan, and smiled. He could feel the last of the afterglow finally retreating. Turning to the pirate, the actor removed the gag and the blindfold, then untied his legs, using the pirate's dagger to cut the zip strips off of his ankles. Then he went into the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed.

"All right, you've had yer fun. Now what about me arms?"

Johnny rolled himself a cigarette and lit it. "What about them?"

"Yer not going to let me up?"

"No. I'm thinking of renting the room for the next week for you."

"You wouldn't!"

Johnny raised his eyebrow. "Oh? Jack, you're a pain in the ass. You've raped me not once but twice, and actually got me HANGED once! You didn't even warn me that I had to die to get home! That was the LEAST you could have done! A week?! I should rent it for a MONTH!"

"But you enjoyed it. Say it. You enjoyed it when I took you. You enjoyed the adventure we had together. And you especially seemed to enjoy plunderin' me today. Just say it."

"Yes, damn it. I enjoyed it today. Seeing you helpless in front of me is probably the greatest therapy I'll ever get. And yes, I enjoyed it the other times, but you'll never hear me admit it again. I'm not gay and I'm not a narcissist. But SOMETHING about you…I don't understand it and I can't explain it. Just SOMETHING…" Johnny shook his head, his head bent.

"Ye'll be fine, love. Just fine." His head twisted to the ruined heap of his clothes. "Err, Johnny love?"

"Huh?"

"My clothes are not exactly usable."

"I noticed."

"And me arms are still tied, love."

"I noticed that too."

"and you're not going to let me up, are you?"

"Right again." Johnny looked Jack in the eye. "I know you'll probably show up again, but I just want to teach you a lesson. Fuck with me and I'll fuck with you. Got it?"

"Most definitely. Fucking Johnny gets me Fucked. Got it." Jack grinned at him.

"Christ, Jack! You'll never learn." He gathered his things, pulled a quarter out of his pocket, put it into the copper box and left the room, Jack's expression one of utter shock.

Johnny walked back to Disneyland quickly. He didn't want Vanessa to find him gone. Passing through the gate, he rushed to the cinema and slipped into the back row of Steamboat Willie and leaned back, fairly willing himself to sleep. He was quite wide awake now, but eventually he nodded off.

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There was a heavy weight on his chest. He opened one eye and smiled, coming nose to nose with his daughter. #I wanna go on Pirates daddy!#

Vanessa lifted her off of Johnny, smiling. #She wants to go on it with you. She wouldn't let me take her without you.#

Johnny stood up. "Well then, let's go see the pirates!" He felt completely refreshed, and fairly raced Lily Rose to the ride. As they got into line, he noticed there was something in his pocket. He put his hand in his pocket and drew out a key: Room 107. He dropped it in the next garbage can he found, smiling.

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A/N: The Alamo Motel used to be a sleazy motel exactly as described. I still remember it from Thanksgiving, 1983, when my son was conceived there. It's gone, but I'll still "Remember The Alamo" for the rest of my days.